The life of a class traitor and peripatetic scouser.
Sunday, 18 September 2011
The sound of victory
Working outside today I was disturbed in my weeding of the veggie patch by the sound of a Rolls Royce Merlin engine or rather two Merlins as a brace of spitfires passed low overhead. I'm not sure where they were going but for me there cannot be a more glorious sound or sight than a Spitfire in an English sky, cliched I know but what a cliche.